Tag Archives: Rose

mother’s trunk– . . .

mother’s trunk— among her old love letters a trace of wild rose dusting my fingertips . . . her long-buried secret red lights, vol. 8, no. 2, June 2012

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Revisiting déjà-ku . . .

Several months ago, when I was beginning to test the waters by sending my haiku out to journals and contests, I noticed that I often would see a poem that bore a resemblance to another poem I’d read (or written) … Continue reading

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A handful of petals . . .

a handful of petals beneath the winding sheet. . . mother’s heart infused with the lingering scent of her favorite rose               Notes from the Gean, June 2011, vol. 3, #1

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